We reach a point where
all our night and daydreams
revolve around the things
we did rather than the things
we want to do, featuring the
person we used to be.

A remembered scrapbook of
Life already lived rather than
anticipated. An exercise in
Self-Absolution perhaps
sometimes dreamed in color.

Her eyes bespoke
à depth untouched,
an allure of sensual
mystery that she kept
locked inside.

We married, but sadly,
I never found the key
to unlock the voided
recesses of her walled
citadel, containing the
inner depths of unselfish
love and beauty that I'd
hoped resided there.
She remained a self-absorbed
isolated Island unto herself.

Your investment in Kindness
rendered to others' is a gift
shared, that costs you nothing,
yet pays huge return dividends.

Become a (wo)man of peace
help the world, be content,
it isn’t up to governments.

Celebrate your free heart
in grateful virtue and
with modest speech.

Soothe the ever angry,
invite them in and dare trust;
be proud equals not at odds.

With new friends welcome,
double joys by sharing,
save the planet by being happy

A morning orchard walk,
myself, two dogs and
two following barn cats.
Repeated often, a shared
companionable reverie
of mutual tranquility.
An odd family of sorts,
devotion comes is many forms.

The crack is widening without check
Decaying righteous spaces
Uglifying features of grace  
What force will intervene
For probity's sake.

The black bird caws
Warns of the impending strife
The dove coos on the dome of empire
Lamenting lack of Love's fire
Gnostics rejoice in melody of day
And every fool enjoys the tune of play.

The curtain is coming down
Not to end the exhibit
But to conceal the curing spirit.

The road is narrowing for the Just
Terminating the tour of trust
What lies ahead is forged fear
Dominating the resurgence of believer.

The crack of divisiveness
Dilapidating common sense
What warrior shall rise to fling the flame
Of Justice, Love and Dream.